" How are you doing my dear, you look very well." My dentist greeted me in his usual style.
"Really? Then what do you call this swelling on my face?" I asked sarcastically.
"Oh that, I would just say that you have added a kilo or two." he said it with a grin while I rolled my eyes.
Ouch, that hurt my face !!!!
He took a look at the problematic area and announced that my wisdom tooth had gone rogue. How dare it did!
"What would you suggest?" I asked fearing the unspoken solution.
"Well, get it out." He said it as a matter fact.
"Or?"
"Or get it out." He grinned again.
Oh man, so much for wisdom. Neither I had any nor I'm going to retain my tooth. Anatomy sucks , doesn't it?
"Yeah well, thanks for being so nice." I mocked.
"Yeah well, I'm a dentist and my livelihood depends on how nice I am."
"Dentist and Nice are like oxymoron, isn't it?"
"Yeah well, most people would omit the first part of that word. But I wouldn't blame them."
I went back after the swelling reduced to have my teeth extracted. He said I needed to get two of them out on one side at once. Ouch, the very thought of it set my pulse high and dry. But, did I have any choice? He took a look at my face when I walked in and said
"Oh god, the swelling is still not reduced?"
"Are you kidding? That's my original cheek there"
"Oh is that so? Boy, you have work to do then."
"Nope, that's called baby fat."
"You are not a baby."
"Yeah well, it's the fat that I added when I had my babies and hence baby fat."
"Hehehehe, whatever makes you feel better."
I held a forceps between my fingers and threatened him with it.
"Yeah sure, if that makes you feel brave. But once you are in that seat, look at the forceps again and then we will talk, that is, if you can."
Well, who can argue with an old dentist who knows his way around other people's teeth. I stuck my tongue out like a kid and plopped down in the chair. He looked like someone working in a mine or a tunnel with a flash light attached to his head but it was not my turn to laugh, I remembered.
"Is it going to pain?" I asked , worried to death.
"Nah, what this? You mean like pulling the third molars which are crooked and half buried under your thick gum? What do you think?"
I cast him a look but he didn't care. I'm sure he's used to those looks from all his patients in his life time of experience. Old bugger!
"Don't worry, the difficult part is injections and once that's over, it's smooth as butter."
He tried to comfort me with whatever he had known.
"Yeah right, Injections, that's the hard part you say? You know how many I have taken those during my gestational diabetes phase?" I mocked him.
"Well, suit yourself." With that he held my face up and stuck a needle at the back of my mouth.
Oh god, he was right. That hurt....like hell and then, there was this numbness that spread around my jaws followed my by lower lip hanging low without my control. Oh god, do I look like Sid's granny now? I guess I did but it was blissful to not know what went on after that. He repeated the same process to remove my upper third molar too but thanks to him and his staff for taking care of me through out.
"Here, he handed me over a bowl of ice cream promptly and said
"After half an hour, have this and you will be back to normal soon with a little help of pain killers."
Well, it's been 4 days since then and I still have 2 cheeks and a little more on right side. Two more teeth to extract next month. Till then I'll shut up and bite my lip when I can still feel them.
Thanks to my male toothfairy for paying up my dental bills and taking care of kids that whole day and the following weekend. Dental is no joke mister!
"Really? Then what do you call this swelling on my face?" I asked sarcastically.
"Oh that, I would just say that you have added a kilo or two." he said it with a grin while I rolled my eyes.
Ouch, that hurt my face !!!!
He took a look at the problematic area and announced that my wisdom tooth had gone rogue. How dare it did!
"What would you suggest?" I asked fearing the unspoken solution.
"Well, get it out." He said it as a matter fact.
"Or?"
"Or get it out." He grinned again.
Oh man, so much for wisdom. Neither I had any nor I'm going to retain my tooth. Anatomy sucks , doesn't it?
"Yeah well, thanks for being so nice." I mocked.
"Yeah well, I'm a dentist and my livelihood depends on how nice I am."
"Dentist and Nice are like oxymoron, isn't it?"
"Yeah well, most people would omit the first part of that word. But I wouldn't blame them."
I went back after the swelling reduced to have my teeth extracted. He said I needed to get two of them out on one side at once. Ouch, the very thought of it set my pulse high and dry. But, did I have any choice? He took a look at my face when I walked in and said
"Oh god, the swelling is still not reduced?"
"Are you kidding? That's my original cheek there"
"Oh is that so? Boy, you have work to do then."
"Nope, that's called baby fat."
"You are not a baby."
"Yeah well, it's the fat that I added when I had my babies and hence baby fat."
"Hehehehe, whatever makes you feel better."
I held a forceps between my fingers and threatened him with it.
"Yeah sure, if that makes you feel brave. But once you are in that seat, look at the forceps again and then we will talk, that is, if you can."
Well, who can argue with an old dentist who knows his way around other people's teeth. I stuck my tongue out like a kid and plopped down in the chair. He looked like someone working in a mine or a tunnel with a flash light attached to his head but it was not my turn to laugh, I remembered.
"Is it going to pain?" I asked , worried to death.
"Nah, what this? You mean like pulling the third molars which are crooked and half buried under your thick gum? What do you think?"
I cast him a look but he didn't care. I'm sure he's used to those looks from all his patients in his life time of experience. Old bugger!
"Don't worry, the difficult part is injections and once that's over, it's smooth as butter."
He tried to comfort me with whatever he had known.
"Yeah right, Injections, that's the hard part you say? You know how many I have taken those during my gestational diabetes phase?" I mocked him.
"Well, suit yourself." With that he held my face up and stuck a needle at the back of my mouth.
Oh god, he was right. That hurt....like hell and then, there was this numbness that spread around my jaws followed my by lower lip hanging low without my control. Oh god, do I look like Sid's granny now? I guess I did but it was blissful to not know what went on after that. He repeated the same process to remove my upper third molar too but thanks to him and his staff for taking care of me through out.
"Here, he handed me over a bowl of ice cream promptly and said
"After half an hour, have this and you will be back to normal soon with a little help of pain killers."
Well, it's been 4 days since then and I still have 2 cheeks and a little more on right side. Two more teeth to extract next month. Till then I'll shut up and bite my lip when I can still feel them.
Thanks to my male toothfairy for paying up my dental bills and taking care of kids that whole day and the following weekend. Dental is no joke mister!
